Second Chance(42)

“Yeah. Do it.”

As Jack pushed inside, Nate bit back another moan. He was so close now. Already turned on from sucking Jack off, it wasn’t going to take much. Jack fucking him slowly with his fingers while sucking on him was going to get him there any minute now….

The sound of footsteps coming upstairs made Nate tense for a different reason, his impending climax slipping away as he waited for the person—Cass probably—to pass his door. Jack froze too, fingers stilling as he pulled off.

They were lying on top of the duvet, Jack was fully clothed, but Nate’s trousers and underwear were down, still caught around one ankle where they’d been in too much of a hurry to take them off completely. Feeling exposed and anxious, Nate wished they’d got under the duvet. He knew there was no way Cass would come in without knocking. And she’d never even knock unless it was an emergency, not when Jack was in here with him. But it was still hard to relax and get into the mood. “I really need to put a lock on this door,” he muttered, frustrated.

Jack grinned. “Yeah. It would be a bit less stressful.”

When Nate heard the sound of Cass’s bedroom door shutting he took a deep breath of relief. Music started, loud enough through the wall that normally he might have asked her to turn it down. But now he was grateful for it because they hadn’t got around to putting any on themselves. This way he could be sure Cass wouldn’t hear them.

“Okay, carry on.” He pulled lightly on Jack’s head.

“You sure?”

“Yes I’m sure. I was so fucking close just then. I’m going to explode with sexual frustration if I don’t come.”

Jack started sucking again, moving his fingers just right, and Nate pushed aside all thoughts of his mum downstairs and his daughter in the next room. He needed to come, and as the sensations started to build again, even more powerful for the delay, the urge to climax was all that mattered in that moment. But after the interruption he couldn’t quite get there. Jack’s mouth felt amazing, but he needed more stimulation.

Right on the edge, Nate groaned, clutching the duvet in his fists to stop him from pulling Jack’s hair. Then he gently pushed Jack away. “Let me jerk off for a sec. Keep using your fingers.”

Nate reached down and rubbed his cock hard and fast, the extra friction exactly what he needed. Jack watched him, his expression rapt and hungry, and that helped too.

“You like watching me?” Nate muttered breathlessly.

“Yeah. It’s hot.”

“When I start to come, suck me again.” Nate rubbed even faster, the glorious pressure building and peaking. “Yeah. Yeah now. Suck me.” He moved his hand quickly and grabbed Jack’s head, guiding his mouth to where he needed it. As Nate came, thrusting his hips upwards, he imagined the cock he should have thrusting deep, spilling his load into Jack’s throat. “God.” He went limp, sighing with relief. Then he started to chuckle.

“What?” Jack moved up to lie beside him.

“It’s so weird sneaking around. It’s like being a teenager.” Feeling exposed, Nate pulled his underwear and jeans back up then flopped down on the bed again. “It’s frustrating having to be quiet all the time though. We couldn’t fuck here. I’d be too worried about someone hearing us with the living room below and Cass in the room next door.”

“Yeah.”

“It would be better at yours.” Jack’s room was over the dining room, which was rarely used, and his parents’ bedroom was at the back of the house separated from Jack’s by a bathroom.

“Well you can come over again next time my parents go out.”

“Even if they were there they wouldn’t be able to hear much,” Nate pointed out.

“Mmm,” Jack said noncommittally. “I’m not very keen on telling them about this though.”

Nate noticed his avoidance of the word “us” and it stung a little. “Fair enough,” he said briskly, trying to ignore the hurt that welled up.

It should’ve been good that Jack was being honest, better for Nate to be reminded that this was only a casual arrangement and not an actual relationship. Jack’s reluctance to tell his parents they were seeing each other made Nate feel shitty, though. He was sure Jack had his own reasons to keep his private life private, but a nasty little voice inside kept whispering that maybe Jack wouldn’t have a problem with telling them if he was seeing a cisgender guy. Nate couldn’t shake the feeling that Jack was ashamed of him, as if Nate was a guilty secret.

Wanting to hide his feelings, Nate rolled over so he had his back to Jack. Jack slung an arm over Nate’s waist and snuggled up behind him, the affectionate gesture filling Nate with bittersweet emotion. For a moment he allowed himself to enjoy the closeness. Closing his eyes, he felt the weight of Jack’s embrace, the ticklish warmth of Jack’s breath on his neck. He let himself imagine this was something more, something permanent. The lurch in his heart was a wake-up call, making him realise how fragile this feeling of contentment was.

Pulling away, he got up. “I should put some music on, or do you want to watch some TV?”

“Um. I don’t mind. What do you want to do?”

“TV,” Nate said immediately. He was craving the distraction of something to focus on other than his feelings about Jack. He didn’t have a television up here, but he did have a laptop he could hook up to a monitor, and he had a Netflix account. He set it up and started scrolling. “What do you fancy watching?”